a slice of pizza

they said that the way i breathe,
walk and dream is absurd.
but i'm just a slice of warm pizza,
a cold steel fork
and an empty yet dirty plate
on a pale brown table...

i am one of them

they're just ghost
among the busiest part of the time,
they're just a split second
between the blink of the eye.
and i am one of them.

i can't find it in a book

i can't even show the truth
or portrays things in front of the mirror
when they ask me to pronounce
my childhood.

above or under my feet

'till now, i'm still learning
how to understand to gap
between what i've seen,
above or under my feet...

anywhere door

sometimes you really think
that you know where to go
but the truth is you don't...

a white square screen

i tried to catch my self in a white square screen

the dusk

it's just the dusk